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"We can collect from the sickhouses far more easily."

Kivvien shook his head. "The virus likely won't be active, and I will not be associated with the desecrating of graves."

"Which is?"

"Are there not sickhouses or hospitals in town?"

"We could bind it to a common virus, which we may need to modify to attack the demonic flesh," Kivvien suggested. (i feel like I'm just typing gibberish half the ...

On this went, a repetitive experiment that resulted in the conclusion that only the most corrosive of acids could singe the flesh.

It beaded on top of the flesh, having no effect.

Kivvien shook his head. "Test the acid," he said tersely. This was going to be a long...however long he was going to have to stay here, working with this man.

"He is hurt," Kivvien said, "Putting him through more pain now is pointless and cruel."

Kivvien shook his head and allowed him to give the tray to Laurean, then said, "Please go upstairs and rest. Your master has no need for you whilst I'm here."

Kivvien sighed. "Hieronymus, go rest, I'll take care of this." He moved to get the pipet. While he was creating the salve he had become rather familiar with the chaotic ...

"Start with the least corrosive. We need to know where the minimums are."

"I can see that," Kivvien said as neutrally as possible.

Kivvien schooled his features to disguise his disgust. Who could live like this?

"That may work," he agreed.